Best Erotic Fiction Books Novels & Stories

In addition, it can increase an urge for sex. Elena even in her unconscious state, arched her back for me, her lips parted, and I watched the way her n*****s hardened and her p***y tightened around my fingers. I readjusted myself on the bed, placing my left hand by her head. I leaned all my weight on it while forcing a third finger into her tight cunt. My c**k twitched in anticipation to be inside her. Her breath cut, and I gently kissed the corner of her lips. “Beautiful.”

Still, doubt creeps in as I focus on her eyes, “Is this the right thing for you though?” She looks at me for a long minute, before finding my hand and leading it down her body. Her boobs, soft and perky, her flat stomach, and finally deeper. Past her panties and I feel her wetness. My hand is soaked, and she groans when my hand comes into contact with her dripping pussy. The sound is so sexy, so raw. “Just from that kiss, my love. We can talk about whether it's right tomorrow.” I don't need any other confirmation. I grab her.

I found the experience highly erotic and my penis rose to full strength as she dabbed at my balls and my buttocks. Taking her hand I led her to the bedroom and we kissed before getting onto the bed. 'I want to touch you,' she said, and I rolled onto my back as she knelt over me. She reached out and circled my shaft with her long, slim, red-tipped fingers. Her touch was exquisite: gently stroking with one hand, using the thumb of her other hand to spread the sticky fluid leaking from me around the purple, engorged head of my cock. As I watched she lifted the thumb to her mouth and licked the secretions from it. 'Is that alright? Am I doing it right?' she asked softly. I gulped and nodded and

My hips buck upward into, pressing my cunt even more into Liam's mouth and I moan around Damien's thick cock. Ben's cock in my hand feels hot and hard, and wanting to feel him more, I squeeze it gently and move my fist up and down. “Yeah… that's good…so fucking good” he encourages me, his precum leaks copiously into my hand, making the glide of my hand easy. I pull off from Damien's cock and swallow him down again slowly till he is stretching my throat with his monster cock. Liam slides two of his thick fingers into my wet pussy and my legs quake around his head, the stretch of his fingers makes me want to scream out in ecstasy but I can't, not with the big cock in my mouth, no, not my husba

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”

he growled against her mouth. “All this time playing innocent and your cunt is begging to be ruined.” He shoved her panties aside and plunged two thick fingers inside her without warning. Lia cried out, legs buckling. The stretch burned, but the pleasure was immediate and overwhelming. He curled his fingers, stroking that sensitive spot inside her while his thumb found her swollen clit. “Oh god—Ethan—” “That’s right. Say my name while I finger-fuck this virgin pussy.” He pumped harder, adding a third finger, stretching her. Lia’s books clattered to the floor. Her hips rocked shamelessly against his hand, chasing the building pressure.

“Although the erotic scenes are beautifully written, the plot is hella boring.” Theo let out a deep chuckle, leaning back on the couch. “Finally, someone that gets it. I mean, it has so much potential to be a blast, right?” “Exactly,” Nico continued to flip through the book. “Sex is cool and all but it’s boring when it happens without any plot. You know what I mean?” Theo scoffed. “You mean like these p**n videos that just get into the whole thing without any prior action.” Nico watched him quietly, the corners of his lips tilted up in a small smile. “You sound like you know your game.”

"I never imagine myself with men, and yes, I love to look at different women, although women generally, are not as visually oriented as men. We enjoy porn less and erotic literature more, allowing our imaginations do the heavy lifting." "I had sex with two of the most beautiful women I've ever met," I said. "They were as beautiful as any Hollywood Actress you've ever seen. I arranged for Master to have sex with them also and it was even pleasurable to imagine them having sex with Master, to see their bodies react to the pleasure he provided, imagine their faces as they climaxed as they had sex. I would have enjoyed watching, but my imagination is good." "You arranged for your husband to have

She pushed you lightly with her fingertips, backing you up to the wall and then lifting her chin slowly, asking you for a kiss as the dance music blasted from speakers just a few feet from you. You kissed her, and it was the sort of kiss that should have been done in bed. It was erotic and passionate and wanting. Without breaking the kiss, you spun so that she was the one with her back to the wall, and she ran her fingers through your hair as you palmed her tit through her dress and grabbed her ass with the others.

The wet, obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoed loudly through the luxurious bedroom, mixed with Elias’s shameless, erotic moans that grew louder with every thrust. “Fuck, baby… yes, just like that,” Elias groaned, his voice hoarse and dripping with raw pleasure. He pushed his ass back greedily to meet every powerful movement. “Harder… claim me… I love when you get so rough like this. Make me feel it tomorrow.”